hort
brutal "Whoop" of the siren, as Sheriff Potter's VEHICLE rolls
up quickly behind them. Grace's face is caught like a surprised
deer in the headlamps.
GRACE
Oh, my God!
(then)
Don't stop!
Bobby is in a bind. The siren whoops again. The lights flash to
highbeam.
BOBBY
He must've seen us swerving on the road,
that's all, just gonna give us a ticket for
swerving...
But even Bobby has trouble believing that as the POLICE VEHICLE
pulls out sharply alongside his and SHERIFF POTTER motions to
him aggressively to pull over on the shoulder.
SHERIFF (into loudspeaker)
Pull over, goddamnit, pull over!
GRACE
Keep going!
She seems to be panicking. Bobby pulls over.
BOBBY
Fuck this!...Just shut up, Grace. We done
nothing! Be cool. Let me do the talking. He
doesn't know anything.
His vehicle pulled up on the shoulder in front of them, the
Sheriff gets out, shining his power flashlight into their faces.
BOBBY (starts)
'Evening Sheriff, sorry bout that but this
jackrabbit...
Bobby has no time to react as the Sheriff is suddenly there at
his window, jerking his door open, angry. A GUN in his hand,
pointed at them, his eyes on Grace.
SHERIFF
You had to
fuck him, didn't you!
GRACE (nervous cool)
I would never do that to you, baby... He
killed Jake -- said he'd kill me if I
didn't come with him. All he wants is the
money.
Bobby looks at her. He cannot believe what he just heard.
BOBBY
What!
SHERIFF (flipping, yelling)
Don't lie to me!
Grace knows the jam is up.
GRACE
OK...but he never made me cum! Really
Virgil, I was only doing what I had to do
so we could be free. Just like we talked
about. It meant
nothing.
A pause. Virgil wants to kill her, but he also wants her back
badly.
BOBBY
You fucking him too Grace? Is everybody
fucking everybody in this town?
She ignores him. Her attention on the backpack with the money
between her legs -- the gun is there, inside an outer flap of
the bag.
SHERIFF
You fuck this guy -- get him to do your
dirty work and you think you can take the
money and dump me?
GRACE
No baby, you got it wrong.
SHERIFF
This road don't go to Globe, Grace -- where
were you going to meet me?
His flashlight on the four suitcases in the backseat. She
doesn't have an answer to that one.
GRACE
It's not like that it... Look, Virgil, I
got the money here.
She gets out of the car on her side, comes around to him, the
pack of money slung on her shoulder, hard to see in the dark.
SHERIFF (hurt)
Oh Grace, you can say what you want...but,
I watched you fuck that pervert for years
while you're telling me you loved me? What
happened to going to Milwaukee together?
You and me -- gonna open up the finest
sporting goods store that city ever did
see? Get us a place on the north shore, by
the lake? Season Brewer tickets! Just you
and me, Grace. What happened?
GRACE
All talk, that's all you did was talk, and
all I did was sit around getting older
waiting for you to free me! You never did
nothin' Virgil, you're weak! (pointing to
Bobby)
He did!
The Sheriff, deeply wounded, casts a hot vicious gaze on Bobby.
SHERIFF
This is some girl you and me got here
Bobby, yessir, an excellent cocksuck too,
wouldn't you say? (back at Grace)... Course
you had a lotta practice haven't you
darling, going way back to your crazy mama!
GRACE (deadly)
Shut up, Virgil! Take your share of the
money. It's not so bad.
SHERIFF
I don't want the fuckin' money! I'm not
gonna give up everything I got for a lousy
50,000 dollars. It's
you. You
Grace or
nothing. The whole thing... I want you to
be my wife...(hopeful). What do you way
Grace?
GRACE
You sound just like Jake... I did see into
the future, Virgil, but you weren't in it.
Go back to your family. They love you.
Bobby gets out of the car, misunderstanding the situation.
BOBBY (misunderstanding)
Look, we got more. We got $200,000 at
least. Split it three ways, we all walk
away...
The Sheriff snaps and smashes Bobby with his flashlight,
knocking him to the ground, kicking him again and again,
gathering the psychic force to murder him. Grace tries to
approach.
SHERIFF
Shut up, boy! You don't know shit round
here! (to Grace) Get back. Did she tell you
that story about the bird flying away?
BOBBY (rolling on the ground)
Ow! Look, I ... ow!
GRACE
Stop! Stop it!
SHERIFF (kicking again and again)
Were you going to help her fly away,
asshole? What'd you think, you were the
first boy to drift through this town she
came on to? She tell you the story about
old Jake forcing her to marry him? That's a
good story... How he killed her crazy Mama?
Bobby in bloody agony. Grace stunned that Virgil would reveal
this now publicly.
GRACE
Goddamnit Virgil, stop! Don't!
SHERIFF
...But I bet the story she
didn't tell you
was the best story of all. How old crazy
Jake
was really her Papa. And she
liked
fucking Papa! And now she's killed the
sonufabitch! Just like she's gonna kill
you!
Grace plunges into the pack, pulls the gun and shoots Virgil
across the car in the gut.
GRACE
No...you! You!
The Sheriff flies back onto the road, stunned, not realizing
what's happened.
Bobby watches unbelieving as Grace quietly steps up over the
Sheriff.
She puts the next round in his nuts, a modern fury enacting
ancient wrath.
BOBBY
Grace. No!
The Sheriff is wide-eyed, dying in shock. Grace then fires right
at his head in a coup de grace that blows his brains out the
back of his head.
Grace and Bobby both stare, then Grace jumps into action,
dragging the body. She snaps to Bobby.
GRACE
Help me get him off the road. Into the car!
We'll ditch his car... Get the fuck up!
Bobby stares at her.
EXT./INT. MUSTANG - NIGHT
They're driving. GRACE and BOBBY, wordless, each thinking in
separate worlds. Grace wipes her hands. The bag with the money
between her legs. The Baretta is back in the bag.
BOBBY (finally)
Jesus, did you have to kill him?
GRACE
Get real Bobby. He was gonna kill you
and
me.
BOBBY
He was in love with you Grace. He would've
done what you wanted, you could've made a
deal and ...
GRACE
The only deal he had in mind was killing
you for Jake's murder and blackmailing me
into sucking his dick for the rest of my
life... no thanks.
BOBBY
He was a
cop, Grace, they never stop
looking for you when you kill a cop...
GRACE
He was a scumbag!... He wanted
me, Bobby.
These guys don't let go! Even when they're
dead... (softer) You don't know what it was
like, Bobby. Those two, they were the same.
A silence. The oncoming road.
GRACE
So, aren't you going to ask me?
BOBBY
Ask you what? You mean what kind of
horrifying sick shit is coming next?
GRACE
Don't you want to know...? I bet it's
burning a hole in your brain just now?
BOBBY
Let it go, baby. It's the past. I got a
past...
GRACE
Don't you really want to know? Was Jake my
Daddy? Was I fucking my own Daddy? Don't
you want to know that?
BOBBY (shouting)
What do you want me to say!
She's yelling, emotionally out of control.
GRACE
Yes! I was! I was fucking Daddy! And I
married him!... I married him...okay?
She looks at Bobby, forces him to look at her. Finally:
BOBBY
Why?
GRACE
I don't know why!
She drops back in her seat. Tears come.
GRACE
All I wanted was to be a kid... He took
that from me... They all did... (very
quietly, dangerously) They treated me like
meat. A piece of meat.
Fuck me.
Blow me.
Bend over.
Stick their fingers up my ass...
Fuck them! Fuck the whole town! They
deserved to die!
A pause.
BOBBY
And us Grace? What do we deserve?
GRACE (crying quietly to herself)
"Nin chonk, nin chonk," my Mama used to say
in Apache. "Your worst is doing this to
you," she said, "your worst has killed
you." And "Be go tsee" -- "you will find
out the result of what you have done..."
Just when you think it's over, when you've
gotten away, it begins. Cause you never get
away.
Bobby stares straight ahead at the oncoming road. Can he still
love her? She seems to be reading his thoughts, like she said
she could.
GRACE
It's easy to judge someone else when you
don't know nothing about it... I'm Apache,
Bobby. You don't eat what I eat. You don't
see what I see. Don't judge me.
A silence. Two former lovers in the dark of a car moving through
the strangeness of an Arizona desert at night.
BOBBY
I don't want to think anymore.
GRACE (quietly)
Then drive...
The lights of the car fade until there is nothing but darkness.
THE SUN COMES UP:
EXT. CANYON - END SPOT - DAWN
In the vast reaches of a deserted canyon, where VULTURES circle
in a hot white sky, we find the MUSTANG parked at the edge of a
drop. We hear the SOUND of a body being dragged.
D.J. (V.O.)
...Nobody's sure where it was heading so
fast but the way it hit the semi, it won't
be getting home now! Hey area weather is
gonna be hot! Hot! Hot! Then cold! Cold!
Cold! Just like yesterday. Just like every
day. Some surprise, huh? So if you're
planning on anything,
don't. You don't like
the weather, just wait one minute. Got any
brains, get up to Alaska and get yourself
some trailer park where you don't see no
desert for miles and miles...
BOBBY (over)
Right there... Drop it there. I got it.
BOBBY is giving GRACE instructions as they drop SHERIFF VIRGIL
POTTER'S corpse over a drop onto some rocks 30 yards below.
GRACE
See ya, Virgil. God bless.
Bobby pushes him over, his hand hurting. The body crashes below.
It's hard work. They head back for the Mustang, to retrieve
JAKE'S body in the popped trunk. But Grace notices Bobby
glancing at the Baretta now tucked in her waist.
The silence is tense between them, the rocks and gravel
crunching under their shoes as they walk.
GRACE (indicates the gun)
Is this what's bothering you Bobby?
BOBBY
No Grace, my hand's bothering me.
GRACE
You think now that Jake's dead, there's all
that money there and I don't need you
anymore, and I might just sneak up behind
you sometime and...pop!
She pulls an imaginary trigger on Bobby, mimicking the recoil of
a gun. Bobby is nervous.
GRACE
Don't you think I would've done it if I wanted
to? What can I do to make you relax, baby?
BOBBY
You could give me my gun back.
Grace smiles.
GRACE
Why don't we just finish what we started.
She stares down at Jake. She can't help feeling some old
feelings. As Bobby walks back to the front of the car, turns off
the annoying radio. He watches as she softly prays over Jake,
whose face is concealed by the blanket in which he is rolled.
GRACE (after a moment with Jake)
What do you think happens to someone's
spirit when they die?
BOBBY
I think nothing happens. You're dead meat.
That's it.
GRACE
You don't believe in anything do you,
Bobby?
BOBBY
I believe in this moment, that's all. There
is nothing else.
(lifting Jake by the shoulder)
Come on. He must weigh 300 pounds.
Grace leans into the trunk to take his boots when he makes his
move, quickly, closing on her when she's off guard. He slams her
hard in the face, coldly sending her sprawling to the ground,
dazed.
He steps over her and grabs the gun in her waist, checks it.
She puts her hand to her mouth, feels the blood on her finger
tips. She looks at him and laughs a wild crazed laugh that cuts
into Bobby like a knife.
GRACE
You hit me, Bobby? You hit a woman, you
motherfucker! Didn't your Momma ever teach
you anything...?
Her eyes go to the gun in his hand and she stops laughing. Her
calm is extraordinary, as if expecting to die.
GRACE
Well?
For a moment, Bobby does nothing, then he slips the gun through
his belt.
BOBBY
Well, nothing. We dump Jake, we split the
money, then you're on your own.
GRACE
Don't leave me. I want to say with you,
Bobby.
BOBBY
Why? So when the cops catch up with us you
can sell me out again?
GRACE
I was just baiting him! Bobby, I had to
tell him that to get his guard down. Just
like you told Jake you was going to kill
me!
BOBBY
You lied to me all along! Lies, all lies.
Your mother, your father, what story are
you on now? How come the town didn't know
you was his daughter?
GRACE (in pain)
Cause my Mom slept around. A lotta men!
Anybody could've been my father. But
we
knew.
BOBBY (not listening)
Well you got what you wanted all along by
fucking me. I wish you had told me the
goddamn truth in the first place!
GRACE (screws out)
I didn't
want you to know! Don't you...
unnerstand?
Bobby's got a headache now. It's too much to understand, too
much talk. Too much history has taught him to doubt.
BOBBY
When you're finished with me, I'm next! I
been there, baby. I been there with other
cunts...sorry, not anymore. I'll take you
as far as California. If we can make that.
After that you're on your own. Try Mexico.
With all this bread, you can live like a
queen.
GRACE
I don't want to go to Mexico, Bobby!
Please, I really want to be with you. Don't
blow this. Don't you think I care about
you?
BOBBY
I think you're a lying, back-stabbing
psycho bitch, and one day you'll kill me.
But it's nice to know you cared...
The expression on Grace's face changes as rapidly as the desert
weather, a coldness passing over and through her.
GRACE
You don't know your own mind. It blocks
your heart.
Keeping a wary eye on Grace, Bobby starts hauling Jake out of
the trunk.
BOBBY
Give me a hand.
He wrestles Jake up to a sitting position. He grabs a can of
beer from a warm six-pack in the trunk and shoves it into a
pocket of Jake's coat.
BOBBY
Poor old Jake, a few drinks, a fight with
the sheriff over his wife. And both of 'em
ended up dead.
Grace takes his boots.
BOBBY
Time to go for a walk, Jake.
GRACE
My mother died in this canyon.
BOBBY
Save the Mom routine, will ya Grace. It
doesn't work with me. One, two, three...
They lift the corpse, and with great effort, haul it towards the
edge of the drop. As they pause on the way, Bobby, wary of
Grace's strange coldness, tries to soften the blow of
separation.
BOBBY
Look, it's not so bad we split up. It might
be months before they find these guys. If
at all. I mean with the mountain lions
around here. Remember, if they can't find
no bodies, there's no crime... (She doesn't
respond.) We'll be in Phoenix by noon. Lose
this car, get another one. Texas, Mexico
are big countries, all that money Grace,
you'll meet someone else, you know, there's
a lot of hope with a $100,000...
They lift Jake again, and move to the edge.
GRACE
Hope is a four-letter word.
BOBBY
But we all need that too. Hold him.
He props Jake at the edge, standing, and transfers the weight
onto Grace. Jake's head is on her shoulder.
BOBBY
You make a pretty couple.
It seems he might push them both over but instead takes the gun,
wipes it of his prints, and slips it through Jake's belt.
BOBBY
Won this in a poker game in Reno. God knows
who it's registered to. You shoulda been
more careful, Jake. See you later.
As he takes Jake's weight off Grace and pushes it over the drop.
Grace watches him go, her eyes shifting to Bobby, his back
momentarily to her, also watching. She moves towards him.
Bobby turns, slips on the edge.
BOBBY
Now all we got to do is try
and--
He feels a blur of motion, almost like a bird, and he is
falling...falling, his life coming to an end.
Grace is standing somewhere up above, briefly seen. Did she push
him? He doesn't know.
He's stunned as he falls on the rocks next to the bodies of Jake
and Virgil. He screams out in sharp pain. His leg feels broken.
But he is alive.
Grace walks away, cutting it all off, deeply shaken. She must
get away from the past and all these hollow men. She closes the
trunk of the Mustang, gets in the driver's seat, reaches for the
ignition key. Her hand fumbles for it a moment. It isn't there.
GRACE
Shit!
She sits there. Bobby is calling from below.
BOBBY
Grace! Help me, Grace...! We been through
too much together. We've only had one day,
but you and me have been through more than
most people ever will. I know you were
angry at me, and, you know, you were right!
I'm sorry I hit you. I was wrong about
leaving you. You don't belong in Mexico.
She finally gets out and walks back to the edge of the cliff,
looks down.
BOBBY
Thank you. Thank you. I...I knew you
wouldn't leave me, Grace.
GRACE
Bobby? Are you all right?
BOBBY
I busted my leg!
GRACE
Can you make it back up?
BOBBY
Grace -- in the trunk of my car is a tow
rope. It should reach down here. Go get it,
throw it down.
She looks. Of course the trunk is closed. She closed it.
GRACE
Bobby, the trunk...it's locked. Throw the
keys up to me. I'll get the rope.
Bobby's eyes pass over Jake a few feet away, his eyes staring
upwards in death. They take in the gun still attached to his
waist. He knows the trunk wasn't locked when they took Jake out.
BOBBY
I can't throw that far. You got to climb
down here and get the keys. You can make
it. It's the only way Grace.
Grace looks down at the drop. It's a tough descent but she
knows she could make it and get back up as well.
BOBBY
Grace!...Please, Grace! You have to help
me.
Grace takes a look around.
GRACE
Okay. I'm coming. Calm down!
She starts down the cliff face. As she descends, he talks
deliriously.
BOBBY (off)
I knew you'd help me. I knew you wouldn't
leave me baby, cause we're tied together
too close. We belong together always.
Grace makes it to the bottom of the drop, and walks cautiously
towards Bobby.
GRACE (yelling back, echoing)
Bobby! Don't flip out on me. I can't do
this alone. I know you don't trust me, but
you gotta pull yourself together, I'm not
gonna leave you...I never wanted it to go
down like this. It was different with you
Bobby. You had dreams like me. You
listened... I would've gone anywhere with
you, Bobby. We can make this work. I'm
sorry...I really am. I didn't wanna hurt
you.
Can he believe her? She sounds so sincere this time.
She's heading for the body of Jake. And the gun. Bobby knows
that and is already crawling there.
BOBBY (as he crawls)
They're right here, Grace. The keys. Come
get me out of here... Know why else I could
never leave you?
GRACE
Why's that?
BOBBY
'Cause I love you.
Inching closer.
Closer. They meet at the apex of Jake's corpse.
GRACE
And I love you too.
BOBBY
And love's a funny thing. Sometimes I
don't know if I want to love you...
Grace leans close to Bobby. He dangles the keys out in front of
her, but she doesn't reach for them. Her eyes go to Bobby. She
reaches for him. At that instant Bobby's hands shoot out and
clamp hard around her. A sharp gurgle is all that escapes Grace
as Bobby twists the life from her, as Jake leers up at them.
BOBBY
...
or kill you.
Grace twists and flails in Bobby's hands, but in spite of his
bleeding stump, he holds her like a bear trap holds a grizzly.
BOBBY
I love you Grace, but
I just can't trust
you!
She looks at him, trying to protest, shaking her head. Grace's
flailing goes into overdrive. Somewhere in his semi-delirious
state, Bobby's eyes might notice the gun at Jake's waist is no
longer there.
Grace manages one word:
GRACE
Jake...
BOBBY
He
can't help you now, honey!
Bobby is in agony as he kills her, part beast, part lover, he
kills that which he loves.
Suddenly, a SHOT is heard. Bobby buckles with the blast, hit in
the side. He kills her with one last wrenching thrust of his
hands, breaking her neck.
Bobby looks down at Jake's gun, which she clutches in her hand,
and sees the hole in his side and the river of blood that flows
from it. He manages to stand, looks at Jake; their bodies lying
side by side.
Bobby, with great difficulty, claws his way back up the rocks to
the car, his fast-flowing wound staining the white rocks with
blood.
He makes it to the top and, losing more blood, climbs into the
driver's seat. He checks the money in the bag. All there. All
his.
As he pulls a huge clot of blood from his side, the vultures
circle. Perhaps one, smarter than the others, lands close by. It
spooks Bobby but he's okay. He looks in the mirror.
BOBBY
You're still lucky.
He puts the key in the ignition, the engine comes to life.
BOBBY (waves back)
Adios --
Suddenly, the RADIATOR HOSE Darrell installed blows apart
loudly. Bobby knows exactly and immediately what it is as a
cloud of steam now rolls from under his hood. He shakes his
head, frustrated.
BOBBY (sighs)
Oh shit!...(then) Arizona.
He can't help but laugh at his bad luck. As we rise off the
desert floor and take flight with the vultures, eventually
leaving them all as specks of earth in the vast empty canyons of
Arizona.
THE END
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